Late is better than never…even two weeks in a row…right? In any case, here’s my Friday Fictioneers. I actually wrote it on a very good Friday (my friend was coming in from MN, I found out about a big fellowship), but didn’t get a chance to write it down till now. Why, you ask? Because my friend and I were sending cameras into the stratosphere. Anyway… Every Friday, writers from all around the world write 100 word (or thereabouts) flash fiction based on a photo posted that Wednesday on Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ blog.
Here’s my story this week. I welcome constructive criticism; without it I cannot grow as a writer.
A New Life
I remember my father leaving one night, just grabbed a lantern and off he went.
Set all the dogs barking like crazy when he came back around four in the morning.
Said he’d finally found a beginning for his book, kept talking about some little hill and leopards and Roman ghosts and God knows what else.
Never did understand what happened to him out there, so eventually I got my courage up and asked him where he’d gone that night.
It ain’t a place you can find by looking, he said. You’ll understand one day.
Very real.
Makes me want more… a mysterious land. Makes me thing of Narnia, or of some alternate universe. Hope you had a blessed Easter with your friend!
It sounds as though he met his muse and muses are in lots of different places.
janet
This Tom, is fantastic. You have a hook here that makes a reader want to keep moving through the story. I think you understand. You’re there.
Did I call you Tom, Danny? I’m sorry. This Danny, is fantastic.
Dear Danny,
You’ve written a true writer’s story. “It ain’t a place you can find by looking.” Classic.
shalom,
Rochelle
Great story. Love the ending.